An independent space hauler accustomed to working alone wonders what the hell he was thinking when he takes on a teenage boy, a former professional personal sexual companion, as his partner. The shipping business was never this hot!

This poem is for anyone that's ever felt annoyed at the culture of teenage girls getting pregnant for the sake of it without knowing what they're getting themselves into. Oh, and it's a dig at Chavs. What's not to like?

A defence of atheism, a resistance to Christianity and an affirmation that men and women can always give their life meaning, with or without religion. Not essay, not quite poetry, but not fiction or fable either. Thanks to Thomas H. Huxley for the title.